My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Dory pulled the back hem of her skirt up between her knees and tucked it into her waistband to form a pocket. Draping her oil-cloth gunny sack across her chest, she set the bag on her hip so she could fill it easier. With a quick flip of her hair, she twisted the long curls … Continue reading Sweet dreams
"In a wood full of princes, freedom is a kiss..." ~ Martin Page and Bernie Taupin (music and lyrics), "These Dreams" Misty illusion Astray in an ageless wood Never want to wake
Sitting with my forehead against the oriel panes, my feverish breath fogged the air-conditioning chilled window. Lizards pranced across the hot bricks lining the front lawn, barely touching their vulnerable pads on the blistering concrete. I watched their acrobatics with muted amusement, but was too distracted to fully appreciate their performance. This miserable ague had drained … Continue reading Window lizards
Legend says, when you can’t sleep at night, it’s because you’re awake in someone else’s dream." Belle lays in bed watching the blade of her ceiling fan make lazy circles. Tearing her eyes away from the hypnotic circling, Belle dares to look at her clock. Dim neon green numbers taunt her with 3:34. Despite her … Continue reading In your dreams
He found her in the morning at the breakfast table. The dark circles under her eyes were as threatening as storm clouds. "Another bad night, babe?" He threw the question over his shoulder as he poured a cup of coffee. She seemed to not hear him. Toying with her still full cup, she sighed deeply, … Continue reading In your dreams
"I truly had no idea how deranged he was." Maud twisted her handkerchief into a knot. "There was be no way to know, unless a person was just as evil." Agatha consoled her friend. "His level of depravity is beyond understanding." "He was so beautiful," Maud sounded like a young maiden again. "It was if … Continue reading Storm brewing
Thin spiral notebook 